Angela Alston Griffin
I am an artist. I could stop there as that sums me up with a neat bow. I have been considered quirky, creative, odd and over-the-top by many people my whole life. Long before dyslexia was common, I had it. I was left-handed in a right-handed world. I made things out of recycled and broken things, I noticed lights, shadows and color. I tinkered, made jewelry, clothes, crafted and designed every space I’ve had since I was young. Unbeknownst to me, art was in my DNA. However, painting and sketching didn’t reveal themselves to me until late in 2005. My mother, an accomplished watercolor artist, bought me a paint kit for Christmas... hoping to stimulate an interest. I was ticked off, because I didn’t paint and had no interest. (I am largely self-taught, but I absorb technique everywhere and I listen to fellow-artist’s suggestions.) My mother painted beautifully and that was intimidating. Coincidentally, shortly thereafter, Gordon Parks was showing in LA and I had an opportunity to meet and briefly speak with him. Meeting that artistic genius really was intimidating. However, he was kind, humble and encouraging. After our talk, I was inspired by his work and words, and I remembered the unopened paint kit. Since they both believed in me and both encouraged me... what could it hurt to try? My first attempt was inspired by a Gorden Parks black and white photo. Since 2005, I have had a few works commissioned for a National organization. For the past 3 years, a great deal of my art has been creating digital doodles, using my cell phone stylus. I have hundreds of characters ready and a doodle book is planned. Painting and art in general are my comfortable places. A space where I am amongst my own. Here in the world of creatives, I’m a little less quirky and a little less odd. I’m accepted. I am an artist.